Paper-cut hand-made moon in front of the window in ordinary years
The earliest memory of paper-cutting comes from my great-great-grandmother. In addition to her always seemingly spotless white dress, the charm of flowing clouds and streams, her heart that never gives up on loving beauty no matter how hard and difficult life is, etc. are such deep impressions. , my great-grandmother’s ever-changing paper-cuts were like magic, which filled me with infinite curiosity and longing for art at a young age.